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Winter has come, not like Game of Thrones thingy, but it’s cold out here. A bad time to have a problem with another person to be frank. If anger can warm someone instead of giving it a headache, do tell for science purposes. Because the headache it’s getting unbearable at this point.

Kwon Soonyoung is at the brink of a divorce with his wife. She doesn’t want to be called Mrs. Kwon anymore since, approximately, 3 months ago. The problem started, how do we say this, since before they got married. Yes, it’s weird, but let’s hear him out.

The marriage started off, it was only to fulfill their parents ambitions. Not to be homophobic, as what Soonyoung’s parents said, that they want a grandkids. Soonyoung has not been straight since he got into a relationship with a boy in middle school. The perfect first love he ever occurred and heartbreak at the same time.

Since then, Soonyoung has been alone. Sure, getting colleagues like Choi Seungcheol who always indulged him to get a hook up whenever they visited a club together. Men or women, Soonyoung hit it off. But it was just a hookup, Soonyoung didn’t even bat an eye at them when he left the next morning.

His wife is pretty. Being a bisexual is not holding Soonyoung’s desire to call a woman pretty. Because she is, he still thinks about why she accepted the offer to wed him. Even when both of them know they are going to crumble in the future.

She has a future on her own. No, they’re not arguing about this anymore. They are not hating each other. Their marriage is not bound to be romantic from the start.

How is it a marriage when one of the spouses lives alone in their apartment? Soonyoung tried hard to make it work with her, at least to have sex without protection, because his parents had asked him about their grandkids. But she refused, rejected his offer, and told him that it’s not going to work. Not when she already has someone in mind, somewhere, and Soonyoung didn’t want to bother that. It is easier to lie to his parents that the marriage didn’t work out rather than tell them if their daughter in law doesn’t want this relationship to grow.

“You really should just reject the offer from the start,” Soonyoung chugged the beer in his hand, “I can take care of the rest. It’s my family after all.” She chuckled, putting her hand around her dainty waist, “Really? I just wanted to help you. What you did to that asshole really made me owe you a big one. Besides, it’s in the contract that we promised. This marriage won’t last long after a year.” Soonyoung hummed, pursing his lips. “Sorry for making you fake a moan every time we went together with my family,” he blurted and she shrugged, “Don’t worry. At least I love your fingers and the sex is good. But I still prefer hot women or, better, fem boys.”

Soonyoung doesn’t know if she already got a lover while they are preparing for their divorce. Another regulation before entering a divorce trial is that the spouses should have a lawyer each to defend them. On a random Tuesday, his wife told him through text that she already got hers. Now, it’s him against the world.

He crashed at Wonwoo’s house. A best friend of his who’s also the busiest one, but alas, he still let Soonyoung crash.

“You’re what?”

“I’m getting a divorce.”

“You’re getting it?” 

“Yeah,” Soonyoung plops on the sofa, “Do you know the best law firm that I can hire a lawyer from? The one that can instruct a good scenario in front of the judge that I’m eligible to be separated from my wife? Because she got hers first without telling me in advance. This is my first divorce, Wonwoo and somehow it feels like a competition with her every single time.” Wonwoo’s head buzzes, taking the glasses off as he pinches his nose bridge, “I have a headache.” Soonyoung whines, almost falling from the sofa and hitting his head to the floor. “I shouldn’t give you my house password,” Wonwoo states, “But you did! Now, please help me.”

Somehow, Wonwoo helped him in the end. Arranging a quick meet up between him and his future lawyer. Wonwoo sent him the details about the law firm. Scheduled the meeting and attached it with Soonyoung’s work calendar to remind him everyday that he’s in the middle of preparing a divorce, not just a silly play date.

The meeting is held in the law firm office. Past the office hour, because Soonyoung is a busy man. He entered the firm 30 minutes earlier. Telling the receptionist about his purpose for coming to the office.

Sitting in the meeting room while turning the chair around. Soonyoung glances at every spot in the room. Studying what kind of office is this. Not too big, but maybe this is the average size of a law firm in Korea.

“Kwon Soonyoung-ssi.”

“Yes.”

Soonyoung stands up to face the door. His intention was to greet the lawyer who’s going to help him end all of this competition with his wife. But, maybe, his problem is going to add up after this. Especially when he knows who’s going to be his lawyer.

Lee Jihoon is closing the door behind him. He’s holding a clear file filled with official papers. Soonyoung freezes, he has been out of his life for years. He didn’t even recognize Jihoon’s path of work to be a lawyer at the end.

“Jihoon –” the man holds up his hand before pointing at the chair, “You may sit down, Mr. Kwon.” Soonyoung blabbers silently, but still ends up sitting on his chair. “Jihoon –” Jihoon sighs, “What? I’m trying to work here,” Soonyoung frowns, “Well, tell me why are you working here? Why are you suddenly –” then everything clicks. Jeon Wonwoo, you bastard. Jihoon shuts his eyes, “Yes, Wonwoo asked me and I thought he told you about this,” he gazes at Soonyoung once again, suddenly winter is not that bad for him, “What’s happening to you?”

So, class, how do he tell his ex about this marriage contract that is going to end in a court? Surely, that’s not the news you want to tell him after years without exchanging hi and hello. Right, Lee Jihoon is Soonyoung’s ex. They broke up after high school graduation. Remember Soonyoung’s first love and heartbreak? Here he is.

Lee Jihoon is blonde now and his hair is long. Soonyoung has known Jihoon the longest back then between their circle of friends. Childhood friends to lovers, they usually called them. He had never seen Jihoon with hair that long, more shocking, it’s fucking bleached blonde.

Soonyoung coughs into his hand, “It’s just a divorce.” Jihoon frowns, “You’re married.”

“Yes, I am.”

“You didn’t even bother to invite me.”

“Well –” a cat gets his tongue, bitchass. Soonyoung curses, he can’t get any reason to retort that. Jihoon smiles, “It’s okay, don’t take it too much into your heart. I deleted everything about my past though. So, I don’t have your number anymore.” Ouch, that stings, Soonyoung licks his lower lips, “Then Wonwoo?” Jihoon stares, “Oh, yes, him. He made an effort to look for me. I also deleted his number too. He even went to this office to see if I’m really working here. He almost went to Busan and asked my parents about my whereabouts. Glad he didn’t.”

The reason for their break up was stupid. It made sense at that moment, but when Soonyoung gets older, it’s stupid. Soonyoung couldn’t handle a long distance relationship, because he needed to move to Seoul for his college. On the other hand, Jihoon stayed with their memories.

Again, it’s Soonyoung’s fault, it always has been. His family didn’t know about their relationship. But they are happy Soonyoung is friends with Jihoon. Friends is their label to cover up how they love each other behind the closed door of Soonyoung’s room.

It’s a strange feeling bubbling up inside Soonyoung’s body right now. He’s sitting in front of Jihoon, his ex from years ago. His ex is going to be his lawyer to help him throughout this divorce fiasco. Then, people nowadays say romcom is dead.

“Is this okay?” Soonyoung asks, “What’s this?” Jihoon replies, tucking the blonde strands to the back of his ear. For God’s sake, Soonyoung freezes for a few seconds. Seeing Jihoon’s mole under his left eye makes him understand people when they see a woman's ankle. “I mean, helping me with my divorce,” Jihoon purses his lips before nodding, “Sure, I still get my money in the end. You signed the contract, so don’t forget to pay all of this when it’s finished.”

Can I pay with my heart? Soonyoung wants to blurt out, but he knows when Jihoon gets serious. He’s not a high school student who loves playing baseball and locked himself in a music room anymore. Jihoon is a professional lawyer now. The least thing Soonyoung can do is to become a professional client who happened to be the lawyer’s ex.

It is expected for the meeting to go smoothly. Soonyoung nods and takes notes on everything he needs to do to prepare for the trial. He knows it’s not going to be so complicated, because his wife doesn’t want it to be one. Both of them just need to get this over.

“Are you going to be in the trial?” Soonyoung asks suddenly when they wrapped up the meeting. Jihoon brushes his hair, letting his fingers run through the blonde strands. The sight does not give Soonyoung any mercy. He shakes his head, tapping the pen on the table once, twice, “It’s not a must for me to be present. You’re going to be fine there alone.” Soonyoung stares at the floor before looking up to him again, “What if I want you to?” Jihoon’s head tilts to the right, questioning, “What if I want you to be there.”

“As who?”

“As a friend?”

Jihoon scoffs, rolling his eyes, “God, I hate that term so much.” Both eyes shut close for a second, opening up to stare at Soonyoung again, “How long should I disappear from your life to stop being called as one of your friends?” Soonyoung’s lips stuttered, “Everyone knows about our relationship, Jihoon-ah.” He knows damn well that’s not what Jihoon meant, “I –” he stops, thinking for a second if he’s ready to risk it all, “I have never found someone else again after you, Jihoon. This marriage? All of this is fake. The woman that I married accepted the contract because she owed me after beating her rapist and threw him to jail. My parents want grandkids and she just took it. All of this is for my parents but it’s not working out.” Jihoon looks at him with a dumbfounded face, he does not believe everything that just blurted out from the latter’s lips, “I know, it’s stupid, everything is. So, please help me to end this and I’m going to tell them about who I am. The real me, the one who had an ex-boyfriend throughout middle to high school and he’s sitting right in front of me as my lawyer.”

It’s cold and it’s hard for Soonyoung at the same time. He was once a beloved son for his family. There’s no one day he slipped a chance to come home and be with his parents. Even when he arrived after work around 3 AM, his mother would still open the door for him.

Soonyoung just realized how exhausted to pretend all his life. A lot of his friends have told him that marriage is not the best solution to shut his parents' ambition for him to have kids. The choice is either to lose himself or his family from the start. He’s been losing himself for a quite long time now.

The only time he feels like himself is when he’s with Jihoon. Probably that’s why this monologue could be out and free knowing his person is in the same room as him.

Jihoon sighs before he stands up, walking past the long table separating the two of them. “You’re a mess,” Jihoon states and Soonyoung brings his hand to wrap around the man’s waist, “You’re my mess.” Soonyoung chuckles, pushing the lawyer to sit on the edge of the table. “Yours,” he breathes, “Always have been yours, Jihoon-ah.”

Then their lips clashed. 

Soonyoung forgets the last time he ever had a desire. He’s quite famous for someone who has a lot of ambitions. Competitive, don’t want to lose with others, reckless. Desire, material and sexual, is a common thing in Soonyoung’s life for a while.

He feels his desire burning up inside him when Jihoon’s lips clash against his. The kiss is soft and yet sensual. Both of their hands creep up to hold on to each other’s bodies. Jihoon’s palm brush against Soonyoung’s blonde undercut soft locks, reaching out as his life depended on it.

Soonyoung pushes Jihoon’s legs to make a space for his body occupying in between. A gasp slipped from Jihoon’s mouth. It’s a slim chance for Soonyoung to enter and he took it. Jihoon whines, gripping around Soonyoung’s white shirt as he pushes down the blazer and throws it to the floor.

“Young,” Jihoon gasps again, “You’re not divorce yet.” The taller bucks his hips and Jihoon is gone immediately. He moans, craning his neck to the side only for Soonyoung to sucks on. “I’m going to,” he mutters, muffled by the exposed milk skin of Jihoon’s collarbones, “I’m going to, Jihoon-ah.”

“No, Soonyoung –”

“What?”

“Not now,” Jihoon squeezes the white shirt. He can’t ignore how Soonyoung’s chest heaves underneath his touch. “Not until you officially divorce with your wife,” he adds, eyes watering of want and lust, “I’m sorry, I –” Jihoon chokes up, “I can’t lose you again. Not like this.” Soonyoung softens, holding the lawyer close to him, “Then be with me,” he whispers, “Be with me until everything ends.”

He can’t help but respect what Jihoon believes. It’s just another day to know he’s at fault again. Nothing new, still the old Kwon Soonyoung. The next thing he expects is for Jihoon to go back to his professional demeanor.

Soonyoung wanted to pick up his blazer before Jihoon tugs him again. Their lips touched and it’s a different kind of kiss. It’s not sensual and there’s no desire coming from Soonyoung’s guts. But it’s better; so much better – it’s love.

Jihoon still closes his eyes when the kiss breaks. The string of saliva is still connected between the two lips and Soonyoung yearns. He wants to kiss the plump lips again, so that he can live tomorrow day. There’s no guarantee he can have this again in the future.

“You can kiss me,” Jihoon states, “But not sex. Not until the trials happen.” Soonyoung nods, kissing Jihoon’s lips again as he hums. Jihoon holds his hand on his cheeks, intertwining their fingers together. “I miss you too,” the lawyer murmurs, “I miss you so much, my love.”

The following meetings after the reunion are casual. Jihoon is still maintaining his professionalism, trying to ignore how bubbly Soonyoung is in every meeting when he’s about to divorce someone. Not a typical client Jihoon ever had in his career as a lawyer. He needs to give Wonwoo a set of Buldak after this.

Soonyoung gets Jihoon’s number and he annoys him very much. He tried to take Jihoon out outside of their meeting but the lawyer still refused. Until the trial happens, he’s got nothing to do about their relationship. Soonyoung does remember Jihoon of being a tsundere before they got together.

So, he decided to do something other than taking him out for dinner. Soonyoung waits in the meeting room with a bouquet of flowers on his lap. It’s been 2 weeks since the last time they met and kissed. The kiss is still there because Jihoon couldn’t refuse that one.

“Oh my God,” Jihoon gapes. A small bun on the back of his blonde hair and Soonyoung swear his knees went weak immediately. “A flower? Soonyoung, are you mental?” he laughs, very much amused. Soonyoung shrugs, showing off the bouquet to the future receiver, “You rejected my dinner offer more than 5 times. This is the least thing I can do to show how serious I am about our relationship.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“Still. We’ve been apart for so long.”

Jihoon can’t help agreeing with that. “What’s this?” He walks over after putting the file on the table. Soonyoung scoots aside, letting the lawyer scan the bouquet. “Carnation,” he answers, “My birth flower.” Jihoon turns and raises an eyebrow at him, “You gave me your birth flower?” Somehow, it’s not surprising at all, “Yup. Still going to make everything about me when it comes to you. Not to be selfish, just one of my courting rituals.”

The flowers are beautiful. Jihoon sniffs and his cheeks turn red. Blonde strands falling from his bun at the side. Soonyoung can’t help but tuck it beside his ear, staring at him silently while Jihoon stares at the flowers.

“We still need to be professional. The trial happens next weekend, Kwon Soonyoung-ssi,” Jihoon reminds, he’s still not letting Soonyoung’s finger go on his ear. Soonyoung smiles before nodding, “I know. Let me have my moment for more minutes before we get to our agenda tonight.” Jihoon purses his lips, holding their hands together as they look at the bouquet on the table. “Why pink though?” The lawyer asks about the color, “I remember about you loving pink back in high school. But other than that, the flower shop only has pink carnations. Can’t decide on other flowers because I only know about Carnations.”

There are a lot of memories involving Jihoon and the color pink. Soonyoung notice how the lawyer’s cheeks suddenly bloom the same color as the flowers. It is common for Soonyoung to blurt out every nonsense that at the same time makes sense. Including why he chose pink flowers and gave them to Jihoon.

The lawyer sighs, turning to face Soonyoung again as he tugs his hands. Soonyoung’s hand feels cold, but it is suddenly warmer when they touch. Winter has been evil for its temperature. But Jihoon won’t complain if it makes Kwon Soonyoung drop by in his office without thinking of being cold in the slightest.

“Do you remember other things that are pink on me?” Jihoon mutters on the latter’s lips. Soonyoung thinks for a while, letting his digits brush on the lawyer’s temple. He answers in a low voice, “Your cheeks, your lips, your –” then the memory hits. Jihoon notices, thus he adds, “Go on. Continue the statement.”

Soonyoung feels something burning. He doesn’t know where it came from, mostly not from outside of the door. Because they’re the only ones left in the office. Perfect time to make out, right?

Turns out it’s his desire. The room suddenly feels warm. Soonyoung once dislikes how cold winter is until he meets Jihoon again. Forgetting how he often turns red easily when Jihoon teases him like this.

“Your panty,” he states, ending the hanging sentence in the air, “Do you still have it?” Jihoon hums softly. His fingers are tapping tippy toes on Soonyoung’s shoulders, grinning playfully. “Do you want to see it?” He offers, “I told you there is no sex until the trial happens, right? But eating a pussy is not counted as one from my perspective.” Soonyoung’s breath is ragged at a slow pace, “How about yours, Young? Do you see it as sex too?” the man immediately shakes his head, mouth watering, “No, no. There’s no penetration so it’s not counted as sex.”

It comes out as a desperation. A loser in disguise, Kwon Soonyoung is common for that. Adding the fact it’s been a long time since he tasted Jihoon. His mind had been haywired and not operating logically since the two of them met again in a random lawyer-client meeting.

Jihoon chuckles, kissing the taller lips softly. Their hands intertwined with each other. Slowly Jihoon places Soonyoung’s hands around his waist. Pulling his jeans until he gets rid of them.

The pink panty is hugging Jihoon’s crotch. There’s a wet patch outside of his panty. Jihoon spreads his legs wider on the edge of the table. Pushing Soonyoung's head for him to crouch between his legs.

Soonyoung gulps, eyes glancing back and forth at Jihoon. “Is this really okay?” He asks for consent. He’s still unsure and that warms Jihoon’s heart. “It’s okay. Don’t act like you’re a virgin,” and the imaginary classic music in Soonyoung’s head just stops, “Oh, you’re still bitchy.”

“Young, I’m a lawyer.”

“That is not justified anything.”

“Just eat me, Kwon Soonyoung,” Jihoon grumbles and Soonyoung smirks, “Okay, Rapunzel.” He doesn’t know any new kinks that Jihoon likes recently. It’s all muscle memory slowly awakens underneath his skin. Thus, when he feels Jihoon tenses up after the praise, everything just clicks.

He starts with a soft kiss around his crotch. Jihoon sighs, lips trembling as he feels the older’s breath coming closer to where his panty is. Suddenly he feels like a high schooler again. Fuck around and find out in Soonyoung’s room with other memories piling up at the corner.

Soonyoung’s nose pokes the wet patch on his panty. Jihoon tenses and Soonyoung starts to lick it from the outside. The moan that slips out from Jihoon’s lips is sensual. It immediately goes straight to where Soonyoung’s cock is; throbbing heavily.

“Oh, God,” Jihoon gasps, moaning lewdly, “That’s so good, Young.” Soonyoung slides the panty to the side for his nose to nudge on Jihoon’s throbbing pussy. It’s leaking, gushing out liquid that Jihoon himself can’t hold. “Oh! Oh – oh, no, no. Soonyoung –!” Soonyoung sinks deeper, flicking his tongue around Jihoon’s pussy and the lawyer is gone, “Ahh! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, I forgot how you’re so good at this again.”

Soonyoung obviously took it as a compliment. He snickers, pushes Jihoon’s leg to put it on his back. Sucks deeper on the law’s clit, ignoring how the saliva graces his chin before falling to the floor. Jihoon is overwhelmed, the adrenaline rushes through his veins.

Bucking his hips, offering himself to Soonyoung who’s crouching down there. Eating him up like a complete meal. Hunger, desires, ambitions, longing – all of it mixed together. Soonyoung can find all that in the embodiment of Lee Jihoon splayed on the meeting table in front of him.

“Ah! Ah, ah, ah,” Jihoon whimpers, biting his lower lips. The echoed broken moans are filthy and Jihoon feels embarrassed. But Soonyoung loves it, “Moan again,” he whispers, lifting his gaze to meet Jihoon’s teary eyes, “Moan again for me, baby.” Jihoon whines, plump lips blotching red and pink tint, “Come on, peach. You can do it.”

“No, no. I’m close.”

“Are you though? I didn’t do anything much.”

“No, I –” he moans again when Soonyoung’s fingers graces against his clit. Body trembling at the sensation from the mere touch. Between shivers, Jihoon breathes, “I can’t do more. I – hhhh…. I need to cum.” Tears falling on his pink hue cheeks, Jihoon is begging, “Please, please. Please, let me cum, Soonyoung. I can cum on your face if you want.”

It is an honor for Soonyoung to taste how Jihoon came on his face. Thus, he nods frantically, accepting the offer. Jihoon moans again when Soonyoung’s fingers thrust deeper. Fingers him until he reaches his orgasm peak.

Jihoon’s body almost falls from the edge. Soonyoung stands up, holding his waist in place. Gritting through his teeth, Jihoon’s body vibrates when he cum. Spurts of orgasm coming from his pussy without stopping.

Falling on Soonyoung’s face as he promised. Jihoon lays on the table, squirting non-stop and letting Soonyoung take all of it. His eyes get blurry each second. Slow breath can be heard by his own ears.

“Young –” he softly calls, closing his eyes shut, “Soonyoung.” Jihoon chuckles and his vision goes black afterwards.

Soonyoung didn’t believe the orgasm made Jihoon pass out. He was panic as fuck, almost called Wonwoo on the spot to ask for help. But it’s going to be weird when he had to tell him everything about the details on why Jihoon blacked out in the first place. Jihoon once told Soonyoung about his current residence and he brought him back home.

Jihoon regained his consciousness when Soonyoung’s car arrived in front of his residence. Letting his hand wrap around Soonyoung’s neck. Stepping into his living room while mumbling nonsense. Soonyoung only chuckles at every mumble slipped out from his lips.

Laying the lawyer on the sofa, Soonyoung picked up the nearest flower vase to put the Carnations in. The clock is hitting 10 PM already. There is still the next day for them to work. As Jihoon said, the trial is going to happen next week.

“Jihoon-ah, baby,” Jihoon hummed softly at the pet name, trying hard to open his eyes. Soonyoung chuckled, “I’m going home now. Just lay here if you still feel tired.” The latter nodded, tugging Soonyoung’s shirt collar to let their lips kiss for the last time that night. “I’ll see you at the court,” Soonyoung whispered, “See you soon too.”

The next following days has Soonyoung on top of his class. All of his work is finished and suddenly he looks like an ideal colleague everyone has in their office. Seungcheol questioned him, knowing that he’s going to undergo a divorce trial. But Soonyoung reassured him in return.

His parents are, surprisingly, not that much of wanting more details regarding the divorce. Soonyoung spent a night there before the trial. Holding a quick family meeting between them to tell them that the divorce is still going to happen. Whether his parents are against it or not.

“I also met Jihoon again,” Soonyoung states. Mrs. Kwon raises her eyebrow, “Jihoonie? Your best friend?” The term hit him in the weakest spot. Soonyoung remembers how frustrated Jihoon was about the label everyone framed them from back then. “Yes,” Soonyoung replies, “He’s also my ex-boyfriend.”

“Huh?”

“Yes.”

“Soonyoung –” the youngest in the family holds up his hand and everyone turns silent in a second. Soonyoung exhales, “I know it's sudden news from me. But my relationship with him was never sudden. I loved him and I still am. The divorce does not have anything to do with this. Me and her had our agreement and it’s not about me being attracted to both genders. It’s more than that and it’s already finished. What I want to say is I love Jihoon. I love both men and women. I’d like to have a serious romantic relationship with them, whoever the individual is. My marriage with her can’t be continued and I want both of you to tell me that it’s okay. I also want both of you to tell me that it’s okay to love your best friend too.” The gaze his parents give him and gut wrenching, maybe this is not the best time to tell them. “I’m sorry –” Soonyoung almost lost his balance when his mother rushed to hug him tight.

It was a hard reality for his parents to accept. But they still let him in. Soonyoung let them embrace him into their hugs. Whispering that they’re trying to accept this information.

At least, one of the few problems on Soonyoung’s back has been lifted. His parents still greet his wife on the trial as if nothing happened. Soonyoung greets her parents, asking how they’re doing. She’s pretty, much prettier on the day they’re going to divorce and end this soap opera for the sake of everyone except themselves.

“You look pretty,” Soonyoung compliments. He had bleached his hair to a brighter white color, still choosing the undercut above anything else. His soon-to-be-ex-spouse nods, scrunching her nose, “You look fashionable. Do you owe someone a dinner?” Soonyoung scoffs, brushing his lips nervously, “Nah, he still didn’t want to do it before this ends.” She let out an understanding ahhh, “Such a gentleman he is then. He looks pretty with blonde hair.”

At first, Soonyoung didn't catch what she meant. But when it hits, he turns to where she looks. On his right stands Lee Jihoon with his blonde hair falling past his shoulders. Unlike his usual man bun in informal days, Jihoon decided to let it fall for this trial.

Jihoon finds Soonyoung immediately and waves at him. Soonyoung excuses himself to walk to where his lawyer is.

“Hi,” he greets, “You look pretty.” Jihoon widens his eyes in panic and slap Soonyoung’s arm. “Ouch! What was that for?” He hisses, “Don’t say that in public! Your parents are here. I need to say hi to them first and disappear into the void again.” Ah, Soonyoung remembers, he doesn’t know, “It’s now okay with them. You can say hi after everything ends,” Soonyoung says and Jihoon looks confused, “What do you mean?” The taller man only glances at him with an unreadable expression that does not make everything easier.

Soonyoung has never been to a court trial. In his head, there are certain drama scenes involving the trial. It unexpectedly went smoothly. Can’t help to admit that his spouse really carried the trial and insisted their marriage to end today.

There’s no regret in their hearts and it’s okay. She has been a good companion to him for this past year. Soonyoung gave her a quick hug and apologized to her parents one more time. Jihoon is waiting for him outside the trial room, currently in the middle of catching up with Soonyoung’s parents.

“You’re his lawyer!” Mrs. Kwon exclaims, shaking Jihoon’s hands wrapped by her own, “Soonyoung-ah! He’s really your lawyer! Our little Jihoonie.” Pink hues spread on Jihoon’s cheeks out of embarrassment. Soonyoung admires him from afar, “Yes, mom. I told you beforehand.” Mrs. Kwon shakes her head, “It is unbelievable that all of you have grown. Visit our house later on, Jihoon-ah. You have missed so much about how Soonyoung grew since both of you were apart from each other,” Jihoon nods, shaking her hands again, “Yes, ma’am. I am sure I missed a lot of things about him.”

It’s a simple statement and yet it carries a lot of weight there. Especially the way Jihoon glances at Soonyoung. His dimples are showing, telling him that he’s comfortable with whatever they have. He’s comfortable to have another future with Soonyoung.

They bid their goodbyes to Soonyoung’s parents. Leaving the two men still standing in front of the law court stairways. Soonyoung has his hands tucked inside his pants, letting the breeze brush through the silver strands. Jihoon chuckles, realizing Soonyoung is still playing around with him.

“Congratulations on your divorce. May the future hold you good, Kwon Soonyoung-ssi,” Jihoon says, followed by a silence clap from him. Soonyoung bows at Jihoon, resting his right palm on the chest, “If it wasn’t with your help as my lawyer, it would’ve been nothing.” A scoff is given as a reply, making Soonyoung screech in cringe. “Anyway, is the dinner still on the plate?” Jihoon suddenly asks, “I’m free tonight, if that's important information for you.”

“Uh huh, what do you expect me to do besides the dinner invitation?”

“I don’t know. Fuck me on the bed?”

“Nah, making love is a better term if it’s with you.” Another pink tint blooms on Jihoon cheeks. He looks so much like Carnations, Soonyoung feels insane at the moment. “You can’t say anything like that after a divorce trial, Kwon Soonyoung-ssi,” the fresh-out-of-oven widower only chuckles, “I just got divorce and will have dinner with my pretty ex-boyfriend. That justified what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. Rest assured, I’m not that reckless anymore.”

Kwon Soonyoung is crazy from a lot of aspects. But Jihoon believes in him. He still is, until now. That makes him even crazier.

The dinner is confirmed and both men go back to their work for a few hours. Soonyoung is still on leave, thus he crashes at Wonwoo’s house again. Thanking him as he also brought another bouquet of flowers filled with Adonis. Wonwoo almost threw the bouquet at him but he survived.

Soonyoung takes Jihoon to a luxury restaurant. It’s located in one of the 5 star hotels in Seoul. Jihoon sighs, turning to face Soonyoung. He has a lot of things to say regarding the place option but he also knows the man won’t listen anyway.

“Let’s split the bill,” Jihoon suggests and Soonyoung refuses, “No, no. I’m taking you to dinner. I’m going to pay – no, no, no. There won’t be any argument in our dinner. Eat as much as you can. You need it the most between us.” Jihoon parts his mouth to retort, but then again, Soonyoung calls the waiter to order. Cutting him off to say anything. “Don’t get mad,” Jihoon raises an eyebrow before laughing softly, “No, I’m not mad. It’s just been a long time since someone took me to dinner. I lost touch completely with it.” It’s Soonyoung’s turn to frown, but his hand reaches out to Jihoon on the table and holds it close, “It’s okay. I’m going to remind you about everything tonight.”

Jihoon knows Soonyoung is going to take care of him. He doesn’t have to think about anything else tonight. Just stay here and receive every form of affections the latter will give until the day ends. He wants it to be endless, but that’s going to be another conversation to talk about together.

The dinner goes smoothly. Jihoon has no complaint regarding the food. Soonyoung is very considerate when thinking about the menu options and also gives Jihoon a chance to choose new foods that he wants to eat. Two glasses of wine clinking against each other, surrounded by harmonies from the speakers hanging above them.

Soonyoung takes his time to stare at Jihoon. Some of his blonde strands fall from the small bun. Pink tint covers on the cheeks when he scrunches his nose. Feeling the sizzling striking his smelling sensors from the wine.

“Young.”

“Hm.”

“You’re staring.”

“I know,” Soonyoung admits, “You’re beautiful.” Jihoon goes silent, he has been immune to all the words of affirmations that were given by the man in front of him since the night they reunited. Since he gave his consent for Soonyoung to treat him like they used to. Jihoon does blush, but maybe it’s the wine that gets him tucking his hair to the back of his ear. “Thank you,” he says, “Are you going to spend the night telling me I’m beautiful or is there anything we have to do after this?” Soonyoung chuckles softly, gestures at the waiter to give him the bill, “Let’s go home.”

It is not the first time Jihoon got to sit in the passenger seat of Soonyoung’s car. The first time was an embarrassment. Soonyoung told him about what happened that night, who the fuck passed out after getting eaten out? It was humiliating. Jihoon stopped contacting Soonyoung for the whole day only to find him standing in front of his doorstep.

They didn’t do anything. Soonyoung stopped by before going to his company dinner. Well, they made out for a minute and the kiss lingered on Jihoon’s lips for a while. He had to take his dildo and finish everything by himself.

Soonyoung’s house is huge. Jihoon never knew about the exact amount of money Soonyoung gets monthly from his job. But the living room tells enough about it somehow. Soonyoung sits on the sofa, patting the empty spot for the smaller man to sit next to him.

Their lips meet after a whole day feeling kiss deprived; it’s exhausting. “Miss you,” Soonyoung mumbles between the kiss, “I miss you so much, my love.” He cups the lawyer’s cheek gently, brushes his thumb there, leaving traces as everything should have been. Jihoon sighs, parting his mouth slightly to let him in, “Young, Young, Young,” chanting softly, gasping, reaching out to the other man, “Kiss me – kiss me ‘til I can’t breathe.”

Thus, Soonyoung kisses him. He kisses him like his life depends on it. Which is true, his life has always been depending on wherever Jihoon is. Soonyoung realized it all too late, but at least they’re together now.

He knows it’s going to be endless for now on.

Soonyoung breaks the kiss, gasping for air while Jihoon kisses the crook of his neck. “Jihoon –” he croaks, whimpering as he feels Jihoon slowly hovers on his lap, “Jihoon, I promised you on the bed.” There’s a loud hiss coming from the smaller man as he grips tight around Soonyoung’s collar shirt. “Cut the luxurious now,” Jihoon nudges Soonyoung’s chin to fix his gaze at him, “Make a mess and be reckless for me.”

That’s enough order for Soonyoung to obey. They kiss again while their hands move around at the same time. In a span of a few seconds, both of their shirts hit the floor. Leaving them shirtless, skin to skin finally meets after so long.

Soonyoung sighs, bringing his hand to trace soft trails on Jihoon’s cheeks. Letting the lawyer nuzzle to his palm like a kitten he is. He forgot how easy Jihoon can submit to him, but not with force. Soonyoung is just giving him a spare time tonight to lift off the burden on his shoulders; to remember he’s a mere human first before becoming a full time lawyer.

His kisses slowly move down to Jihoon’s neck. Let the red blooms on the pale white canvas belong to his beloved. Soft moans slipping from Jihoon’s plump pink lips. There is no difference in telling which one is the flower from Soonyoung’s perspective at this point.

It is crazy to know Carnations can bloom in the midst of winter. But here he is, staring at Lee Jihoon who resembles his birth flower in all kinds of forms.

The startled gasp from Jihoon’s mouth echoes in the living room as Soonyoung’s tongue flicks on his hard buds. It’s nasty, dirty, but he likes it. Shivers run through the lawyer’s skin. Burning desires lights from their guts in the middle of winter coldness, warming them up.

“Apologize if I forgot how you taste,” Soonyoung states, “Our first time was a mess back then. I need to fix it for you in some ways.” Jihoon chuckles, leaning his head backwards as he pushes Soonyoung’s head against his chest. “I know,” the lawyer replies, “But it’s okay. We can think of this as our first time. Everything feels the same way when I’m with you.” Soonyoung hums, brushing his warm palm around Jihoon’s skin, “Gonna make you feel so good tonight, baby. Everything is about you from now on.”

“I beg to differ.”

“Hm? Why?”

“It’s us from now on,” Jihoon corrects, “Everything is about us from now on.” He cups Soonyoung’s chin again, letting their eyes meet halfway. In the midst of winter, the least thing had happened for them. It was still the most unserious reunion ever, but they couldn’t help but feel grateful for the incident itself, “I’ve always longed for you, Soonyoung. I won’t tell you now about how I feel in all those years when we had to break up and leave everything behind like it never happened in the first place. To let our relationship be buried as a mere friendship in front of everyone,” Soonyoung shakes his head immediately, whimpering softly, “We don’t have to hide now, Jihoon-ah. We don’t have to,” Jihoon nods, smiling softly, “I know, baby. Thank you for gathering your courage and telling your parents about us. Don’t you ever put anyone else above your happiness again. No one wants you to do that in the first place. Be selfish for once in your life, Soonyoung.”

The thing is Soonyoung has been selfish since he met Jihoon again. Jihoon realizes that because he’s the one who knows Soonyoung the best among everyone beside his family. Soonyoung sniffs softly and Jihoon kisses him again. Let their lips move slowly to the rhythm he sets, swallowing all the whimpers coming from the latter’s parting mouth.

Jihoon’s lips tremble, gasping for air when Soonyoung graces his fingers in front of his wet patched pussy. Slowly slide it to the side for his fingers to push in smoothly. It’s already wet, making everything easy. Jihoon whimpers softly, slipping out tiny ah, ah, ah everytime Soonyoung’s long fingers hits his sweet spot.

The foreplay lasts for a few minutes. Making sure he doesn’t hurt Jihoon the slightest. Even if it’s only a scratch. Soonyoung knows Jihoon hates it when he treats him like a fragile thing, but he once broke him to pieces; he’s not going to do it again.

“Young,” Jihoon hiccups, saliva falling from the edge of his lips, “I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.” Soonyoung hums, curling a soft smile, “Of course you are, baby. You’ve been waiting for this. You are a good boy, aren't you?” Jihoon immediately preens, cheeks burning from the praises only, “Yes, yes, yes. I’m a good boy for you.” Lifting the smaller man’s figure for a bit to get rid of his pants and toss it elsewhere. Jihoon also works fast to pull down Soonyoung’s pants, rubbing the big cock from outside of the boxer, “You’re big,” he whines, gasping as the head cock rubs against his wet cunt, “I am, baby. You’re not going to walk tomorrow.”

That’s not a bad idea at all. It is time for Jihoon to take a rest, even though he needs to get pounded by a big cock to get to it. He lets Soonyoung do the rest. Engaging foreplay as he flicks his finger around Jihoon’s clit. Lunging forward, wrapping his hands around the man’s neck as his grip tightens for his dear life.

When Soonyoung pushes it in, Jihoon sees heaven. His body is splitting into two, judging on how broken his moans are. Pathetic whimpers echo in the living room and he’s nowhere near embarrassed. It’s overwhelming to finally feel to be full again after so many years.

Jihoon exhales the longest sigh when Soonyoung bottoms out. Filling his pussy full as he rolls his eyes back, letting those blonde strands fall past the shoulders. Lips trembling from the sensation and Soonyoung noticed it immediately. Pecking the lawyer’s lips softly, cupping his chin for their eyes to meet again.

“Is this a good time?”

“What for?”

“To tell you that I’ve loved you all these years,” Soonyoung replies, “I mean, I’m currently balls deep inside you. Thought it would ruin the moment at some point.” Jihoon is tearing up, both from being full and loved at the same time there’s no difference at all. “I love you too, that’s a default,” he mutters between the soft sniffles, “Always have been. It never disappears from my heart, if you want to know. I’ve never tried to find love after we broke up. Probably being busy in Law school helped me through it.” Soonyoung pouts, “Now that just made me sad because I had hookups through the years we’re not together,” Jihoon chuckles, kissing his man’s lips again once, twice, three times without stopping, “It’s okay, all of that are in the past already. You have me from now on.”

That’s enough reassurement for Soonyoung after years hiding in the closet. From his parents, from himself. It is undeniable for both of them to talk about their future later on. But that’s okay, at least he has Jihoon now.

The movement starts slow, rocking hips against each other. Soft gasping against Soonyoung’s lips, Jihoon whimpers. Feeling every thrust inside him getting harsher each second. Warmth creeping up inside of him in the middle of low temperature sets in the living room.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Jihoon gasps, mouth parts open, “Harder, harder, harder – please, Young.” Soonyoung complies, obeys more than anyone to Jihoon’s words. When the motion gets harder, Jihoon can’t help but moan louder. It makes his body bounce on Soonyoung’s lap even filthier, “Hahh! Ah, ah, ah – fuck, fuck, fuck. You’re so deep… nnnhh… I can’t, I can’t, I can’t –” the grip gets tighter, Soonyoung even graces his tongue around the lawyer’s chin, “Can’t what, baby? It’s still the first round.”

Jihoon whimpers again and his body freezes in a second. The next thing Soonyoung feels is Jihoon squirting all over him. It spurts, coating his cock inside the man’s tight cunt and forcing him to pull out for a bit. Jihoon’s body can’t stop shaking from the sensation and the least thing Soonyoung can do is hold him close.

Kissing his lips to calm him down, Jihoon feels his head getting lighter and lighter. He feels he’s on cloud nine at the moment. Never the slightest he ever felt this way even outside of work hours. It makes him insane and addictive in some ways.

“Again –” Jihoon hiccups on Soonyoung’s lips, “Fill me up again. Ahh… fill me up with your flowers.” Pink hues covering his cheeks and Soonyoung can’t help feeling insane right now. It caused him a lot of sanity to be rational at this moment. But Jihoon won’t give him any reason to just throw out any logical leftovers through the window, “Breed me, breed me, breed me. Claim me, please,” Soonyoung chuckles, tightens his grip as he pushes it in again inside Jihoon’s tight hilt, “Alright, princess. Don’t complain if I make you sore tomorrow.”

Ragging breathing fills the air once again. Huffs, puffs, and grunts slipping out from Soonyoung’s lips. Red marks bloom like flowers under the cold temperature. Impossible and yet they make it happen together.

Jihoon comes again within a few minutes. Body trembling in the middle of non stop hard thrusts coming from Soonyoung. He spreads his legs wide, pushing Soonyoung’s head to suck on his nipples. Red hues covering his body, painting marks belong only to Mr. Kwon.

“I love you,” Soonyoung whispers, “I love you so much.” Jihoon nods frantically, screaming as Soonyoung finally fills him up with his seeds. Tears falling on his cheeks as he cradles the love of his life’s chin to kiss him softly on the lips. “I love you too,” Jihoon states again, “I love you so much.”

In the midst of winter, there is warmth. Flowers still bloom at the most impossible time. Winter is not bad anymore, never in the first place. It’s not that cold too when you have someone by your side who loves with the same amount as you.

Kwon Soonyoung still goes back to Lee Jihoon this winter too and that’s going to be an endless habit until their last breath.